hot take: silent hills PT was literally a masterpiece of horror and i am still, two years later, fucking ASTOUNDED by every aspect of it like it is a damn TRAGEDY that it was cancelled because Kojima did more with one (1) hallway than 45768689 horror franchises did in their entire runs and thats just the tea
Nobody by Mitski except playing from your phone while you walk through a subway tunnel – and which continues to play even after you feel a lurch and drop it, and while you fight off a gruesome demonic possession. You don’t succeed.
no one on this site has ever (A) had a good opinion or (B) dissociated
people on here talk about dissociating the way people on tinder talk about going on adventures, BOTH of you are referring to making a snack run to target past midnight
Moon River by Audrey Hepburn except its 11:30 at night and raining outside your midtown New York apartment, and you’re listening to it on vinyl while flipping through other records and nursing a whiskey on the rocks.
Here are my Four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse, a redraw of a Inktober series I did last year.
Conquest came and disarmed those in her wake, leaving them placid and vulnerable to their own fall.
War followed, her hair made of flames and the tip of her spear at the ready. The thunder of her horse’s hooves brought about earthquakes.
Next came Famine, her gaunt form and lack of strength endlessly made up for with relentless aggression. Crops failed, and the earth was left barren in her wake.
Death arrived last, at her own pace. Unlike her sisters she was in no rush, the souls left behind by their destruction would always be there to wait for her.
All four as available as mini prints and stickers at my Etsy.
We Are What We Feel 